Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Invisible ripples spread from this cyan gold ring.


Most people could not perceive such ripples.


Only those with the "Spirituality" Talent could sense them.


However, it did not take long for everyone to feel something was different—


Amidst the dull sound of cleaving air, two figures, each four meters tall, flew out from various parts of the mansion, their grey-white bodies with fierce faces, and bat wings armed with hooked claws.


Brule and the merchants behind him widened their eyes, unable to help but exclaim in shock.


Their voices were sharp and piercing, instantly causing Little Lisop and Fengter to frown slightly.


Both were aware that Kemir Manor was protected by gargoyles.


This was a semi-public secret among the Nobility.


Otherwise, this place would have been looted clean long ago.


Never underestimate the greed of the human heart.


But that was only in reference to the Nobility.


Chapter 440 Stonemason Guild!